A Year Being the Cheerleader

2.

The rain danced on the glass of my window. I wake inhaling the clean, fresh and new scent of a rainy day. The house is quiet as usual making the pit patter of the rain being the only noise as it echoes through the house. I immediately pick up on something being wrong. Dad leaves early to go to work in the mornings, but there would be some early morning quarreling downstairs between my mom and sis. Nothing like an early morning breakfast talking to wake you up earlier than your alarm. I really don't know what I would do without my daily doses of curses.

Probably in a better place.

My feet hit the fluffy mat as I swing my body at the side of the bed. I looked down at my toes as they curl into the mat that has my name woven into it.

The night before was quite restful, but I still stifled a yawn as I strode into my bathroom. A sudden noise through the paper thin wall separating my sister and I's rooms stopped me as I made my way into the bathroom.

I stand still waiting to hear the noise again to confirm if it was real or just me being paranoid and stupid. After a few seconds, I shrug it off and finish making my way inside the bathroom. But then, I hear the noise again. What the hell? It then happens. The sound continues non-stop overpowering the rain outside. The sobs and cries. I sigh and locked the door behind. Whatever trouble Kayla got herself in last night can be dealt with later. Right now I want a shower and get rid of this morning breath. I swear this bad breath is the reason I am knocked out cold in the morning sometimes. Sadly, this morning wasn't one of them.

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I tugged the black blouse over my head, slid into my washed out blue ripped jeans and slip on a pair of combat boots. I am not wearing any heels today in that rain and my converses are too important to wet, they are my lifelines. For the past half an hour the sobs in the next room have seized, I think. The rain poured even harder, so that's probably the reason I don't hear it anymore. My alarm chose that time to ring as soon as I got off my bed to check out what's up with my sister. I turn it off lazily and then make my dreaded way to see why she isn't cursing or lashing out as usual.

"Mom?"

She looks up at me with tear stained cheeks and a red nose. She is still wearing her pajamas and her phone is locked in the palm of her hand. I eye the phone before slowly looking back at her face.

"What's wrong, mom?"

She sniffs before making a failed attempt to wipe the gooey thing running from her nose. Is she sick or mental? How could she sit in this filth? The bed is unmade and clothes are tossed on the floor like a carpet. I sniff the air as well and scrunch my nose in disgust. Ewww.

"Your sister's dead, Amber!" She then goes into a fit of crying and sobbing again while I just stare at her.

I then decide to go down to the kitchen. She is obviously in distress and I was never good with crying people.

"I guess I got to look about my breakfast now," I say as I open the fridge and take out the eggs. "Omelet it is."

I quickly whip up my omelet as the coffee brews. Being the wonderful daughter I am, I leave some omelet for mom. I take my cup of coffee as soon as it is finish brewing and sit down at the island with my breakfast. My phone then beeps. I don't pay it any attention as I continue to eat. Then, as if on an explosion, the phone beeps multiple times with new messages. I just sit there watching the phone's screen light up every millisecond.

"I guess news travels fast," I say as I wash up my dishes when my mom comes in. "Aren't you going to work?"

My mother doesn't answer, but just serve herself some coffee and the omelet. She sits down and eats like a zombie barely moving her mouth.
"Sure thing, mom. Looking about breakfast for you was always on my morning agenda," I say to her imaginary thank you.

I wipe my hands on a dish towel before finally taking up my phone. That's when it hits me that I almost fall to the floor.

"Kayla's actually dead," I say quietly and see my mother nod in my peripheral vision.

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